Chapter Thirty ~ Zoey
“Chloe,” I called as I ran out the door and swiveled my head, trying to see which direction she went.
When I looked to the right, I saw her standing down at the end of the porch, her hands on the railing, bent over at the waist.
“What is going on?” I asked when I reached her.
Chloe’s head came up, and her face had a haunted look that scared the bejesus out of me.
“Chloe,” I urged. “I don’t understand … You said you couldn’t come, then you do, and you run out like your skirt is on fire. Talk to me.”
“You and Gabriel Lewis?” she asked, which struck me as weird. Why was that what she was focused on? She couldn’t be jealous…
“Yes, but, why would that make you run out? Do you know him?” I asked, confusion swirling around in my head.
“It’s … complicated.”
“How?” I
